Underground, a dozen or so kilometers from Obito's base, Kabuto's figure emerged from the earth, wrapped in Black Zetsu.
"That should do it. Next, it's time to bring Madara back with Impure World Reincarnation."
He lightly clapped his hands and slowly walked to the door of the experimental chamber.
A corpse was stored inside.
An aged corpse with long, spiky hair and a face covered in wrinkles.
Moreover, the corpse's eyes were hollow, in the literal sense.
The empty sockets were filled with some special liquid. Even the former dancing king (cross that out), the Asura of the battlefield, could not withstand the ravages of time.
Black Zetsu raised a hand and adjusted the glasses on his nose. The same cold white lighting Orochimaru used shone on his half-black, half-white face.
"Lord Madara, it's time to summon you back from the Pure Land to take charge again."
The corner of Black Zetsu's mouth rose, along with the corner of Kabuto Yakushi's mouth on the other side.
After using Kabuto Yakushi to process a great deal of information, he had finally reached this step.
Ah, I'm amazing. Even under these circumstances, I can still summon Madara back.
Mother will surely praise me lavishly then, patting my head and calling me a good boy.
Ah, Mother! Wait for me. Soon, I'll free you from the Sealing Technique of those two unfilial sons, Hagoromo and Hamura.
Black Zetsu briefly expressed his longing for his mother.
People often used the moon to express their longing for their hometowns and loved ones, but Black Zetsu alone gazed at the moon and yearned for the mother inside it.
"Tsk, these glasses are such a nuisance."
Perhaps because of the laboratory lighting, the bright white light passed through the lenses and dazzled Black Zetsu's eyes.
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